Early in the morning, Lala went outside to help Mom water the garden. On her way back, she passed by the family’s small truck and stopped abruptly.
Something didn’t look right. She tilted her head, squinted, and then gasped—
the windshield panels were… gone!
Her little heart skipped a beat. Who would take them? She looked around nervously, scanning the yard as if the thief might still be hiding somewhere.
Lala hurried inside. “Mom! Mom! The truck looks strange—something’s missing!” she blurted out, her voice full of alarm.
Mom quickly went to check and sighed. “Oh no… you’re right, Lala. Someone must have stolen them last night.”
Lala’s mind raced. She imagined all sorts of possibilities—Was the thief dangerous? Would the truck be okay? Could they still drive it?
Seeing the worried look on her face, Mom gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll report it and get it fixed. The most important thing is that we’re safe.”
Even though she tried to be brave, Lala couldn’t help but glance at the truck again and again that day. It felt strange to see it incomplete, like a friend who had lost something important.
By evening, she promised herself one thing—next time, she’d keep an even sharper eye out, just in case.
